Zhao Jingyao’s long eyelashes fluttered gently, casting shadows beneath her eyes. When she lifted her gaze again, a perfectly measured, faint smile graced her lips. "Those things don't matter anymore. A woman who has a happy marriage, nurtured by love, blooms like a flower—just like my aunt."
Her gaze drifted past the half-open ward door, landing on the two figures snuggled together inside. Sunlight filtered through the sheer curtains, casting a tender golden glow over Shen Lanzhi and Xiao Hongyi. Xiao Hongyi was reading a novel aloud to his wife, his voice low and pleasant.
"The marriage between my aunt and uncle is truly a fairytale in high society, something everyone envies." A genuine hint of yearning colored Zhao Jingyao's voice.
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